[Pyrrha will be alone as she continues down the hall, at least until she turns that first corner. There Nero stood, looking down at the trail of blood, his face pale and eyes narrowed.

Despite the blood soaking his pantleg, it was still clear that it wasn't his blood staining the floor.

Nero's back is turned to Pyrrha, the claw-like fingertips of his hand glowing ominously at his side. It's evident he heard her coming by the way he turns his head slightly so his ear is towards her.]